The Righthands Underboss & Lawyer [M/M/M]

07 - Chapter Seven - Theo Vincent's Point Of View.

 I turned to Demitri, crossing my arms. I walked closer, past Luca and about a foot from Demitri. He looked slightly down at me because of our height difference of a handful of inches.

"Did I say something that was incorrect?"

"No." I hissed, knowing that what he said was true.

Uncrossing my arms, I sighed. Walking back into the kitchen, pulling out plates and forks for all the food. I knew what Demitri meant by his comment, but it was both true and a piss off for me, considering the debt I had.

Maddox didn't accept money back unless he stated he wanted it back. He was both careful and not with his money. He made quite a large amount of interest on the loans he gave out and he didn't have a problem resorting to violence to get that money back if you defaulted.

Opening the pans of pasta, I set a large metal serving spoon in the three different trays. Demitri had ordered a cheese pizza and a pepperoni one. Taking two slices of the cheese pizza, I set it on a plate. Picking up a single slice, I bit into it and it was amazing.

"Where did you order this from? Its amazing—--Oh for fuck's sake."

My phone was ringing on the table where I had dropped everything when I got in with Demitri and Luca. Dropping the pizza slice, I went and grabbed my phone. The caller ID said it was my father, and I picked it up, putting it on speaker, before setting it down on the counter.

"Hello?"

"Theodore, what is the meaning of this?" My father said, rather rudely.

"You could say hello. But also, I need context to know what you're upset with me about." I said, before shoving more pizza into my mouth.

"Maddox, that ungrateful little—-"

"Watch your mouth and the way you speak of him. That is your nephew and if you remember, you are still living in the life of luxury because of him."

"He raised the interest on my bloody payments for the loan." He yelled.

"Of course he did, but again, how is this your problem? You don't pay a cent."

"Well, I still don't deserve to be treated like this. How are you ok with this, Theodore?" He yelled again, his privilege showing.

"What would you have me do, then?"

"Speak with him. He should lower this bullshit, not raise it." He yelled again,

"I'll get right on that. Any other demands you would have me make to a Mafia boss who doesn't care if you live to see tomorrow?" I said, between bites of my second slice of cheese pizza.

"How dare you! I raised you. Where do you think treating me—--"

"You're not dead because of me. I pay your fucking debt, not you. You have never paid a bloody cent. You need not worry about the interest raise. I'll fucking cover that, too. Next time, try hello first before you bitch at me. Have a pleasant day." I hit the end call and flipped my phone over.

Luca and Demitri paid no attention to me or my issues. They had gone to sit down on the couch with their food. Finishing the second slice of pizza, I flipped my phone back over, hit the side button, typed my password in, and hit Maddox's contact. Popping it on speaker again, because I was going for a third and fourth slice of cheese pizza.

"Hello, Theo. Did I not see you this morning? Did you miss telling me something?"

"Hi. No, this has no relation to the bullshit from this morning, but rather the bullshit of my father and his debt."